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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

It had been a long day, and Amuné fell asleep without any trouble. Only a few hours had passed when she woke with a scream, reaching for Ethan only to find him gone. For a moment the girl panicked, still caught in her nightmare with Cecil and her parents and Ethan all dying over and over and her unable to do anything to help. But Wyth put his head and a heavy paw on her, and the weight and his familiar presence helped the girl get herself together.

After a few minutes, when her heart no longer pounded in her chest and she didn't feel like she might shake right out of her skin, she slid out of bed and grabbed the jacket more or less belonged to her at this point. Draping it over her shoulders, she padded out into the hall and went searching for Ethan.

It was late, but there were still some people up and about, and eventually someone pointed her outside. Unworried by the prospect of rocks and uneven ground, Amuné hurried over to where the Muran lay on his back in the grass. She curled up next to him without comment, wanting to stay near him for both his sake and her own. It had just been a nightmare, it was none of it real, but she was still trembling. Having him nearby made her feel better, and with Wyth stretched out on her other side it wasn't long before she drifted off again. She had Wyth and Ethan to keep her safe, and in the morning she'd been promised that Cecil would be better and she could go see him. And he would be better, just like she was absolutely going to find her parents and then they could be a happy family again. Maybe they couldn't go back to their village, but there were other places to live. Like Mutebo -- they wouldn't mind her daddy, and nobody ever objected to a healer. The mean lady was wrong about the Saints. The Saints did care, and they'd make sure things worked out in the end.

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Kensen had taken Ethan and Nymira off to clear out some sort of minor pests, the sort of thing that might be expected in return for food and shelter. Amuné wouldn't be much use, and she couldn't stand leaving Cecil alone any longer. She got Ethan to promise he'd find her when he got back, and then said goodbye and went to find where they'd taken her Machina friend. She hoped he wasn't too scared, all alone in a strange place. Maybe he was better but sleeping. Sick people needed a lot of sleep, after all. She couldn't quite hold back a shudder, remembering how he'd been, all still with his arms and legs not attached right. Cecil was fine, he was just hurt really really bad. There were Machina doctors that would help him here.

Finally she located the right place, and knocked firmly on the door. She'd hurried and now was a bit out of breath, but the rapid beat of her heart was from more than just dashing. She kept thinking of what-ifs, of things that might have gone wrong, and she was starting to be really worried again. "I'm here to see Cecil!" she called, when the door wasn't opened fast enough. "Is he better now?"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@Mogtaki HUZZAH A MOGGET POST! <3

To Dance with the Stars

"You fell." She didn't sound completely convinced, but she didn't push him about it. "Hey, no, don't move!" Cecilly almost dropped her cell, in her rush to keep him from sitting up. Certainly she didn't quite finish dialing. "Whatever happened, that was three stories. You need to be taken to an emergency room -- and you shouldn't be moving. You don't know what you've banged or broken, and moving can make a minor thing much worse. Just sit tight, okay?"

He didn't listen. And really, he seemed to be more or less fine, so far as she could tell -- now wasn't /that/ crazy luck? Three stories, and she couldn't feel a broken bone in him. His laugh sounded uneasy, and she again wondered if he might have jumped. It didn't seem so unlikely. He'd grabbed the hand that held her phone, and though she tried to convince him to let her call an ambulance, he didn't seem to like the idea of going to a hospital. If he /was/ suicidal, forcing him to the hospital might make things worse. She knew that, in theory, they would keep him from hurting himself. But she also knew that in reality if he was determined to kill himself, he'd find away. Being at the hospital on suicide watch hadn't helped her one friend back in high school -- and he'd been utterly miserable while there, even worse than beforehand. She couldn't blame him for the last, either. The atmosphere there was oppressive.

And then came the inevitable stare, and the comment about her eyes. It wasn't like she tried to hide being blind, as a general rule, but damn if she didn't get tired of it. She turned her head away, but not quite fast enough to hide her grimace. At least he'd said something more or less positive, instead of the traditional "what's wrong with your eyes?" That was the one she truly dreaded, the comment that hurt the worst. No, there was nothing /wrong/ with her eyes. So she couldn't see. So what? It didn't keep her from doing things, it didn't hold her back.

Easy, 'Lee, he doesn't mean anything by it. He's probably not at his best right now -- and he does seem to regret it.

"Thank you, I suppose," she said, trying to act like it didn't bother her. She sighed heavily, flipped her phone shut, and slid it back in her pocket. "If you really don't want to go to the hospital, I won't make you," she continued, "But at least tell me your name, and where you are. Hitting your head like that, I wouldn't be surprised if you have a concussion. You sound like you're doing okay, but I'd like to make sure nothing got knocked loose." She gave the young man most of a smile, but some of it was lost to disapproval and regret. Just because she wouldn't force him didn't mean she agreed with his decision. "What were you doing up on the roof, anyhow? I don't believe I recognize you, and even if you did just move in, there's a sign posted that says the roof's off-limits at this time of day." Unless someone'd torn it down again. Cecilly was pretty sure she knew who was responsible for /that/, but unless she could catch him at it, there was nothing she could do about it, or any of the other problems he tended to cause. "As for ruining my evening, don't worry about it. Even if you had, I don't mind helping." He seemed like there was something he wasn't saying, perhaps something that bothered him, so Cecilly gave him a brief, almost playful smile. "But I'd hardly say having a handsome young man fall out of the sky to land just about on my doorstep counts as ruining the evening." It was a joke, nothing more, and she had no idea how close to the truth she'd come. She wasn't even serious about the flirt. Whoever this guy was, she pegged him as her junior, perhaps by as many as six or seven years, and quite probably dealing with serious issues. That would be just asking for trouble.

((just went with him preferring no hospital. And yay irony~))

To Dance with the Stars

@SinfulSkills WOO POST! *glomps and rolls off to read*

I'll start on a reply, but it would be out of character for her not to call for an ambulance after someone fell three stories. If Axel don't want her to, he is going to need a very persuasive argument, or to say outright that he doesn't want to go to the hospital.

I'm good either way, but don't know if you'd want to deal with that.

The Twelve Labours: General Discussion

@Terminal Hm. I will admit I'm surprised in your choice of challenge accolade. I suspect my taste differs greatly from yours, which explains a lot about where our opinions have run counter to each other in the past. But for all that the hero wound up being more or less invulnerable, I'm surprised that it was permitted to have a character use gear to be invulnerable. It's not that the char is invulnerable, it's that they acquired nice gear. I hadn't thought that would be acceptable. Not a bad story, and certainly a clever way of ending it, but on the whole I felt like it was missing something, and I can't quite figure out what. *fidgets*

I did very much like the character, though. <3

A Search for Psychic Spies and Secretive Monster Hunters: Male Seeking Female 18+

@LordOfTheNight note to self: at eleven pm or so, a nap can easily turn into actually going to bed. Writing that pm now! ^.^;;

A Search for Psychic Spies and Secretive Monster Hunters: Male Seeking Female 18+

@LordOfTheNight commenting to let you know I'm interested. Currently in a poor mood and winding down for a nap, but I could go for either of these. Possibly both. I can play multiple characters, I do my best not to ghost, I'm around a lot, and I consider myself to have exellent command of the written word, though it obeys my orders better when I'm not try into type on my kindle. ^.^;; I love working together on an rp, and I try to be flexible. I am not able to write smut, and prefer to gloss over that sort of thing or fade to black. I actually enjoy exploring more than just romantic entanglements, when it comes to character dynamics.

I'm slightly confused by one thing you said, however. "Post a few paragraphs. 2 at most" -- a few is three or four, which is more than two. Are you wanting no more than two paragraphs (which I would probably find difficult), or at least two, or...? O.o

Okay so I ended up replying more or less in full now...we can discuss things at length after my nap, though. ^.^;;

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

@Lady Selune Sorry to hear about your laptop. *hugs*

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

@Stern Algorithm woo a post! And yay, a reason Tessa ends up with the others. ...she should be the one to drag ochre to the meeting, or whatever it was Xiro said needed to be done to him. ^.^

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Wyth fussed when the man pulled at tender skin, but his girl put her arm around his neck and stroked his head and told him to hold still, and what a good boy he was. He stilled, but was clearly not happy about it. He made a noise that was so clearly relieved when Amuné told him all done that she couldn't help but laugh. "You're a big baby sometimes, aren't you? Silly~" she giggled. "Now say thank you to Healer Quill." Following her gesture, Wyth looked at the healer, then back to his girl. No longer obligated to stay put, he got to his feet and stretched, tail swishing lazily. Amuné sighed. "That's not good manners," she scolded. "Thank you, Healer Quill."

She gave his question of her own injuries due consideration, then pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and craned her neck to look at her shoulder. "A very bad Magi cut me with ice," she said, resorting to using touch when she couldn't twist herself to see it properly. The injury was all but healed, but she dutifully presented it for examination anyhow. "He said...he said we're too dangerous to live?" She looked up at the healer, expression solemn. "He mentioned orders...I-I guess he must've meant...from the Church...if they're actually bad like that mean lady said...." She trailed off, and the doctor was saved having to reply by a sudden fuss at the door. There was someone new, and Ethan had ended up on the floor somehow. Amuné didn't know what had happened, but she knew with healers present she shouldn't get in the way. Still, she was relieved when he gave her a smile.

The new man was interesting. He didn't look much older than Ethan, and he seemed a bit irresponsible, if he was late like Gertrude said, and careless since he'd knocked Ethan down so badly. "Is he learning to be a healer like you?" The girl asked Quill, perhaps a bit too loudly since the person she was discussing was in the room. She didn't mean anything bad by it, of course, but it still wasn't very good manners. She was just curious, openly watching him. She'd only ever met one healer in training, and that was her mother's apprentice. "I'm going to be a healer too when I grow up, you know," she added proudly. "Mommy says I have a lot to learn, but I already know a bunch of different healing herbs and what they do, and I've helped Mommy when she's checking people." The child called it helping, but it was more like watching quietly and sometimes fetching things from across the room.

The sight of Nymira in the poor-fitting clothes of a city-dweller, especially carrying that burning bit of cloth, made Amuné put a hand over her mouth to smother giggles. The princess looked so frustrated! And had she lit her clothing on fire by mistake? Oh dear!